And with this touch of fishy sweetness, in an instant, more fishy sweetness began to spread in the throat.

Baskerville swallowed the blood silently, feeling the residual pain in his chest, and the aftermath of the other party's force just passing through his bones, firmly oscillating between his heart and lungs.

His brow furrowed tighter and tighter, until his forehead ached.

As I said before, Commander Baskerville has a very strange personality, he doesn't understand the feeling of pity very well, and he doesn't have much sympathy, which may be natural, or it may be that when he was a child, after seeing his parents being eaten alive, he was left with a little psychological problem that is not easy to treat.

In short, the moment he made a move, he spared no effort, because only in the most devastating way could he make the other party feel that desperate crushing feeling.

However, he couldn't figure out why the opponent could block his fist, dodge his attack, and the last mutual kill, why the opponent could be incredibly late and first, bombarding his body in advance.

At that time, he attacked the throat of the other party, but the target chosen by the private investigator was his chest.

This is too bold, isn't he afraid of death?

The fragile bone between the larynx is not wrapped in any muscles, and due to the physiological structure of human beings, it is impossible to exercise that area, and behind it is the more fragile esophagus and trachea, which can be said to be shattered with one blow, and shattered to death!

And at least there is muscle protection in your chest!

This also means that the other party has absolute confidence, is faster than himself, and is more fierce!

But he's only a second-stage contractor?!

Baskerville can't figure it out, can't figure it out, he hasn't returned from the front for several years, when did such a guy come out of the empire?!

Actually, it was normal for him to not figure it out, after all, Sherlock's body could not be explained by normal cognition of the contractor.

The body of a normal contractor is slowly improved through the compatibility with the demon, so Moran will say that when it comes to the third stage, the contractor's own body will not be too different.

Baskerville can be recognized by Lord Dante because of his amazing strength and talent, so he can surpass ordinary contractors and obtain extraordinarily strong physical fitness.

In fact, he was one of the few people in this world who could use the power of the contractor himself to face the third-order Great Demon.

This point, Mo Lan, who is also called a genius, can't do it, it can be seen that there is a gap between geniuses and geniuses.

And what about Sherlock.

How could he have tied with Baskerville at a level of two stages, or even prevailed in the final blow?

It's because his body is not strengthened by contract creatures at all.

He relied on extreme roughness. Suck!

That's right, it's in hell, those entrenched black tentacles burrow into the bodies of other demons, and then suck them like nutrients!

He even absorbed a second-order peak great demon when he was moving towards the second stage!

And now, the whole of London is under his control, the territory is so big and big, the devil knows in which corner those tentacles caught a demon, and then squatted and sucked.

And now Sherlock, with the help of the twisted sun, has created an additional anchor point in hell, so he once again has a territory to be developed here in the Academy of Life Sciences, and this time, I don't know how many demons will become his nourishment.

Such a terrifying and tough absorption method gave him a physical foundation equivalent to that of a third-stage powerhouse in the second stage.

Coupled with his super reflexes and the ability to think almost beyond knee-jerk reactions, Sherlock now has the strength to fight a few tricks with a terrifying guy like Commander Baskerville!

Moreover, I won the battle!

Of course, this does not mean that he is stronger than Baskerville, because the other party is not only a symbiotic contractor who is strong individually, but also an extremely powerful manipulative contractor, and even his ability to control demons is stronger than his body, otherwise, his contract demon would not be humbly called "Baskerville's Hound".

But even so, this guy named Sherlock is really shocking.

……

The Faculty of Life Sciences is an institution with a special discipline for demon research, and there are many kinds of demon laboratories here, and researchers also deal with strange and strange demons all day long.

So most people are no strangers to contractors.

The eyes around them have gradually detached from the shock, and they began to look over one after another, some of them couldn't understand, thinking that this might just be a conflict between two ordinary contractors, but some people could taste the danger of that moment, so they still felt that their hearts were beating wildly, and their faces were pale, but more importantly, everyone saw Miss Catherine, and they all began to speculate and discuss, who was the man standing next to him wearing a long trench coat?

On the other side of the street, Catherine was still trotting with Sherlock, as if she was afraid that the terrible commander would catch up with her, but luckily they met a carriage on the side of the road, which Catherine immediately stopped, pushed Sherlock to sit in, and then anxiously named a certain location.

The coachman turned his head a little surprised, looked inside through the window of the carriage, the coachman who had worked in the life science institute for decades, of course he knew whose mansion it was, so he looked at the lady behind him, and guessed the identity of the other party in his heart, how dare he slack off, and quickly waved the long whip in his hand, and drove quickly towards this destination.

In the carriage, Catherine's expression was extremely anxious, he groped Sherlock's body up and down, but he didn't dare to exert himself, for fear of touching a broken bone, and looked at his palm from time to time, worried that there would be a bright red blood on his hand.

"How are you! Do you want to go to the hospital? Her voice trembled.

"No, it's just" Speaking of this, as if he had touched a bruise on his body, Sherlock frowned in pain: "Hey, this bastard is so ruthless!" I thought he was just trying to do it, how could he come up and use all his strength?! ”

When Catherine heard this, the worry on her face gradually turned into the shock she should have!

It should have been like this, after all, the man in front of him had survived the hands of the commander who was known for his bloodthirstiness.

And looking at his appearance, it doesn't seem that he has suffered any substantial injuries.

But when she heard the word 'full strength', the shock in Catherine's eyes seemed to suddenly be unable to bear some kind of violent expansion, and it exploded with a bang, and her brain buzzed!

At this moment, she finally remembered something.

Recalling the extremely dangerous scene at the previous moment, she just stood by and watched, she already felt the turbulence in her chest, unsteady breathing, and her face pale, as a former clergyman, she realized in hindsight what terrifying lethality was hidden in those exploding wind and waves, under those flying rubble.

At this moment, she didn't know what to say at all, so she could only sit motionless.

Their conversation was overheard by the driver in front of the carriage, who thought that the two had just had a fight with some drunken man on the side of the street, as is common in the neighborhood:

"This young lady, should we still go to the hospital?"

Catherine suddenly came to her senses, looked at the man rubbing her shoulders in front of her, and said, "No need"

The night passed like this, and the battle under the street lamp did not cause any wind and waves, but the next day, some road maintenance personnel came over, repaired the broken ground, and left, and the dangerous life-and-death struggle in the night seemed to most people to be a momentary staggering, not at all as attractive as sawing a demon's brain in the laboratory, so after a few hours, no one remembered it.

As for Mr. Baskerville, although he has a bad personality, because a few words can give rise to the idea of killing people in the street in a place like the School of Life Sciences, he is still in front of the daughter of the old dean of the School of Life Sciences.

It can be seen that this person's mind is more or less problematic.

But fortunately, this person is not a small-bellied guy, so he did not make a big fuss about this matter, but seemed extremely quiet, and few people even knew that a front-line commander had come to the Academy of Sciences.

And there is no follow-up progress on the fact that he wants to recover his contract demon.

The days seem to be finally a little quieter.

In these quiet days, Sherlock's investigation of the case was also very smooth, in addition to him, the other four selected people also showed their terrifying strength, and even a guy from the Imperial Procuratorate in the process of investigation, he had to hang the latest sacrificial potion formula developed by the Academy of Sciences, fortunately he stopped in time, otherwise he might be accused to the Supreme Court and sent to the blood prison.

In the process developed by Catherine, in a few days, the five selected investigators will have a meeting, just to summarize the clues obtained during this time, although she does not know much about the process of solving the case, but this link has been praised by Sherlock.

For if he were to be asked to get together with the bunch of fellows from a few other detective agencies in the city of London, he would certainly be resistant, but if he was to be asked to get together with a few other people who were also very professional to talk about the case, then of course he would be glad to do so.

During this time, in addition to investigating cases, Sherlock's new anchor in the School of Life Sciences also began to operate as scheduled. In fact, it is said to be an anchor, and the main function is that after he sleeps now, he will not wake up in London, but directly on his red patent leather sofa.

As for those little tentacles, they are also working hard to expand their territory.

The current tentacles are not the weak little guys before, after they have gained the ability to absorb other demons, one by one, they are alive and vigorous, a pillar of optimus, and the Academy of Life Sciences in reality may also have some impact on the hell plane because of its long-term engagement in demon dissection and various experiments, probably the demons in hell feel that this place is too evil, and they are not very bold, most of them are gathered together, and they usually don't even dare to open the void cracks, let alone drill out, for fear of being caught.

This makes the little tentacles expand faster! In a few days, all the surrounding residential areas have been occupied, and they have rushed to the test area with an unstoppable momentum.

Of course, because of the movement of the anchor point, the Kuroshio Tide in London also began to slowly surging along the edge of the city, looking at this posture, it is to converge with the territory of the Academy of Life Sciences.

This kind of attitude of the boss who is on a business trip, and the employees under him are still doing their best, makes Sherlock very satisfied.

What's more, when Sherlock was alone, he deliberately took out the line segment diagram obtained from the last soul visualization experiment, and he looked at the gas lamp boy carefully for a while, and finally confirmed that the two lines on it. is coincidental.

It's just that because of the proportion of ink, the 'red' and 'blue' are tightly mixed together, and the color looks a little darker, like a black line.

Sherlock didn't know what this perfectly overlapping line meant, or if it was a good sign,

But for the time being, it seems that everything is still going in a good direction.

It wasn't until this morning that Catherine and Sherlock came to the testing area to try the [Soul Vision] again when they saw a group of people surrounding the door, and in front of the door, a man with a huge spray gun was welding a huge steel seal to the door

(End of chapter)